Regarding Situ Xiuneng's words, there was no need for Wen Ping to look at Lu Ming, who was carrying Xia Jin. He knew that Lu Ming was certainly shocked.
Because he himself was very surprised.
A disciple was killed, his own people died right before his eyes, yet Situ Xiuneng, as someone from the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression, chose the most unimaginable act of tolerance?
Just as a question arose in Wen Ping's heart, he heard Lu Ming's resentful voice. However, as soon as he spoke a few words, Situ Xiuneng raised his hand to interrupt, "Sir, just like this..."
After the words were interrupted, seeing the raised hand of Situ Xiuneng, Lu Ming's resentful expression turned into one of helplessness that quickly filled his heart. Accompanied by confusion, this emotion was like gathering clouds, more and more. He then withdrew his gaze, carrying Xia Jin toward the city.
